For our fifteenth anniversary I brought home another woman for my husband.

I thought it would be a great gift. I hired her through a convoluted route, I wanted a woman who was the girl next door, a girl who would really get my husband off. I interviewed half a dozen women, I did not want a woman who looked like or acted as a slut. I wanted her to be the girl he would like to marry.

He was not amused. Nor was he thankful. I got yelled at for the first time in my marriage. I was told to get rid of her.

For several weeks after that he was still angry.

Then one day, he had been stressed at work, he came home and he wanted to fool around and get his stress out. He was not gentle at all, he was slam bam thank you maam. I was hurt, I had never been treated like that.

He did not apologize, he told me that if I wanted him to be with a whore then I had to be whore.

I learned my lesson. It took me over six months to work myself back into his arms at night, six months before he undressed me, six months before I got a kiss again.

I have no way of knowing how it is for a whore, or girl for hire, or prostitute. But being treated like one for six months is the worst feeling in the world. I had no say about when or where, or how much, or how.

All I can say is I learned my lesson. There is a large difference between laying down with a man for your mutual pleasure and being taken for his pleasure. Even if he was my husband and he has the rights to his castle, being taken at will without your cooperation (I would say consent, but a whore I guess consents), but without your shared desire to be together to copulate, is the loneliest feeling I have ever had. I guess I am avoiding the word USED.

I am glad that I am a wife and not a whore. I will be a faithful wife. I promise.